Submissive Nanny

by Viktor Redreich

  “You don’t have to go,” he stood.

  Before she knew it, she was sinking into him.

  He wrapped his arms around her, and she inhaled his scent once more.

  How could she feel this safe with him? He was a married man, the same married man who had appeared in front of her bare-ass naked the very first time she’d seen him.

  And yet, in the soft light of the kitchen, as he held her tight to him, she didn’t care about anything but the way his body felt against hers.

  Chapter 5

  Dripping, confused and in shock

  Zev’s hand moved up her back, tracing over the nape of her neck. It felt so good. Bianca knew she had to stop it at once, but she let it go on a moment longer before she finally pulled back.

  “What are you doing?” She asked, not moving away from him. “You’re married . . .”

  “And?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

  She was fighting the urge to lean up and kiss him, kiss him like she’d never kissed anyone before. She was still a virgin and had never really felt the urge to change that, but his body pressed against hers was almost too much for her to take.

  “You have a wife,” She reminded him, helplessly. The words coming out of her mouth, though, had no real weight.

  “Then why are your nipples hard?” He teased.

  She flushed bright red. She wanted him. Needed him. She had no idea how they had ended up here, but she couldn’t seem to extract herself from his arms.

  His hand slipped under the bottom of her shirt. It glided up, up, until he peeled the shirt off and over her head.

  She stood completely naked. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest it felt as though it was going to punch straight out of her ribcage and land on the counter in front of her.

  “You want this?” He leaned down and brushed his mouth across her neck.

  Bianca gasped.

  She could have stopped it then, put it down to wine and vulnerability. A stupid attraction. But she didn’t. Instead, she nodded, her legs trembling.

  “I want this,” she breathed, and he bared his teeth against her throat then moved up to kiss her on the mouth.

  As soon as their lips met, she knew there was no way in hell she could say no to him. His tongue was swift and immediate, he wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other moved down to her ass, gripping her roughly, pulling her against him.

  She could feel him growing hard against her, his hardness bulging through his pants.

  He kissed her hard, backing her up against the counter behind them.

  The kids could walk in on them at any moment, yet somehow the thrill of getting caught made it even hotter.

  As he kissed her, he slipped his hand down between her legs and stroked his fingers against her slit.

  “Already wet,” he murmured in her ear. “Good girl.”

  “Mmm . . .” she groaned helplessly, and he kissed her again, slowly guiding his finger into her wetness. Zev used his thumb to stroke her nub as he did so.

  The tangle of sensations pulsed through her body, pushing her to places she’d never been before, places she’d never even imagined before.

  When she thought about losing her virginity, it had never been like this, never to a married man in his kitchen. But she didn’t want it to stop.

  He moved his head down and took one of her nipples in his mouth letting his teeth graze against her sensitive spots. His fingers were so deft, so gentle.

  She was so wet.

  “Have you ever done it before?” He asked, breathing the words into her ear as he came up to kiss her once more.

  She shook her head, a little embarrassed. “No.”

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’ll make it good for you . . .”

  The pleasure was growing and growing to the point she couldn’t take it anymore. She’d been the only one to make herself feel that way before that moment, her fingers on her button in the middle of the night trying to keep her voice down so as not to wake anyone else. Zev’s fingers felt so good, so different, so new and thrilling.

  He’d clearly done this before—rendered a woman helpless with his hands.

  He pulled back to watch her as her eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open. Grinning, he began to invade her with two fingers. “I want to watch you get off on my fingers, baby,” he beckoned, brushing his nose against hers.

  Bianca groaned through gritted teeth. The pleasure was circling, filling her, head to toe. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus. She wanted to feel him, to feel all of him, to worship him and taste him and know every single part of him.

  “Ah!” She cried out.

  He clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, but it did little good. The rush rocked through her body, exploding across her skin and making her brain turn to mush.

  He stilled his fingers, letting her walls clench around him. Hooking an arm around her waist, he kept her trembling legs from giving out below her. He hitched her up onto the counter and brought his fingers to her mouth.

  Obediently she parted her lips.

  He guided his fingers into her mouth along her tongue.

  She tasted herself—musky and a little sweet—on his skin.

  Staring deep into his eyes, she cleaned off his fingers with her tongue. His brow furrowed slightly, and she could see the desire written all over his face, the same way it must have been on hers.

  “I’m going to take you now,” he told her, his fingers still in her mouth.

  A mixture of nervousness and need pulsed through her. She wanted this, she knew she did, but she was still apprehensive—would it hurt?

  “I’ll be gentle with you, baby, don’t worry,” Zev told her.

  Leaning in to brush his mouth over her neck, she groaned. He pulled a condom from his pocket.

  She wondered briefly why he kept it there, but the thought slipped away as he sheathed himself and moved between her legs once more. Her breath coming hard, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tilted her hips toward him, wanting him inside her, needing it.

  He didn’t need telling twice. Slowly he guided himself to her hole.

  As soon as she felt him nudge up against her, she sucked in a sharp breath. He slid into her, pushing firmly but gently. It wasn’t painful, but it was brand-new.

  She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his chest and breathed deep as she took him inside her for the very first time.

  Before she knew it, he was buried all the way inside her. It felt good. All the horror stories she’d heard about your first time being too painful to cope with fell away. He breathed out against her neck, as though he was relieved to finally be inside her.

  “You’re so damn tight,” he breathed against her ear, then thrust once, deep into her.

  She was helpless to resist him. Stunned by how incredible it felt to have him inside her, she let out a cry of pleasure and moved her hips to take more of him in.

  He obliged, pushing in deeper.

  Bianca felt a fullness deep in her soul. A sensation she had never felt before in her life.

  He held her tight and pumped into her in long, slow strokes. The kind that sent tremors all the way through her body. Before she knew it, her mouth was open and her jaw slack. Her eyes rolled back as her mind gave way focusing solely on his beautiful tool buried deep inside her.

  She found herself rocking with him, pressing a hand against the counter to give herself leverage to take him deeper. Suddenly, she was building again. Her body arched toward another peak. She couldn’t stop herself.

  “Ahh!” She screeched.

  She had never screamed like that before in her life, not out loud, but she didn’t care if the whole street heard her. The pleasure was too intense to keep in. She clenched tight around his hardness, and he held himself still inside of her, letting her inner walls do the work for him.

  Zev kissed her deeply, tongue twisting in her mouth, one hand gripping her hair with what felt like an impossi
ble level of desire.

  A moment later, she felt him reach his own release deep inside her.

  They held onto each other, clutching as though for dear life.

  Eventually, he slid out and disposed of the condom.

  She was left panting on the counter. Dripping. Confused and in shock, she couldn’t believe that had just happened. But, more than anything, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted it to happen again.

  Chapter 6

  Push it deep inside

  Bianca was having trouble staying focused on her job. How could she, when the man who had taken her innocence and made her feel better than she ever had before in her life was in the house acting as if nothing had happened between them?

  She’d done her best to get past what they’d done in the kitchen, alone together in the dead heat of the night, but it was impossible to shake.

  He went to work, and she had laid in bed staring at the ceiling imagining him coming through the door and doing it to her all over again. She wanted him, desperately.

  Angela returned three days later, and Bianca was almost relieved to see her; at least it was something else to focus on. A damn good reason not to even think about doing anything more with Zev again. They couldn’t get up to anything while she was in the house with them.

  Could they?

  Angela had arrived in a flurry of suitcases and sighs dumping her stuff in the bedroom and immediately going to see her children. She hugged them tight, and Bianca couldn’t help but smile at how happy they were to see their mother. She might have needed a hell of a lot of help to keep her life running, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love her kids and want the best for them.

  When Angela was done greeting her children, she turned to greet Bianca.

  As Angela approached, Bianca panicked thinking that somehow, she knew about what had happened between her and Zev.

  “How did everything go?” Angela asked, tapping her foot as though she didn’t have a moment to spare.

  “Everything went well,” Bianca told her. “They were great the whole time. I took them to the playgroup at the park Wednesday evening, and they had no trouble getting all their homework done.”

  “Good, good,” Angela nodded and glanced at her watch. “I’m going to take a shower then I’m meeting Zev and some friends for lunch.” With that, she ducked away to take care of business. “Oh, and can you unpack my suitcases?” Angela called back.

  Bianca closed her eyes and said, “Yes, of course.” She could do with a little time to herself, but a job was a job. She headed into their bedroom and began to unpack the bags Angela had dumped on the bed.

  She listened to Angela in the shower as she began to fold and put her clothes away, and wondered what it would take for Zev to see her the same way he saw his wife.

  There he was again—Zev—in the back of her mind, like an itch she would never be able to scratch.

  She hated that so much of her brain space now seemed to be devoted to him, but she couldn’t shake him from her mind. The way he had touched her, the way he had owned her, had made her scream so immodestly. It was imprinted on to her brain like a brand.

  She lingered as she went to put one of Angela’s shirts away, glancing around the room. There was nothing wrong with a little bit of fantasy, right?

  As Angela climbed out of the shower and went to get ready in her dressing room, Bianca put on one of Angela’s shirts. It was lavender, silky and clingy in all the right places. It felt good on Bianca’s skin.

  Or perhaps it was just the thought of the woman who owned it, that Bianca would be treated by Zev the way he treated Angela with it on.

  Looking at herself in the mirror she ran her hands down her waist. She could imagine Zev sliding in behind her, wrapping his arms around her, telling her how beautiful she looked. The thought was intoxicating, and she found that desire swelling in her once more.

  That’s when it hit her.

  She was acting crazy.

  This man had driven her crazy, and they’d only had done the deed once.

  She quickly whipped the shirt off and tossed it back into the suitcase, then pulled her own t-shirt from the floor.

  She wanted Angela’s husband so much it hurt. She could feel his hands on her, his body against hers, how damn good he had felt inside of her. He wouldn’t be gentle the second time. She was sure of that.

  And she wanted to know what that was like.

  She heard Angela make her way out the front door. The slam echoed through the house. They were both going to be out for a while, and that gave her the perfect opportunity to be a little snoop. To search through their bedroom without worrying about being disturbed.

  There was a picture of the two of them—Angela and Zev—on the bedside table beaming and hugging each other.

  The covers on the bed were thrown back where Zev had been laying.

  Without thinking, Bianca leaned forward and buried her face into the spot, inhaling his scent. It was distant, but there, and it sent a tickle of lust through her body.

  She needed more.

  Glancing over at the laundry basket—before she could point out to herself how crazy she was being—she grabbed one of his discarded shirts and brought it up to her face. She inhaled deeply through her nose.

  Zev smelled so good, and the memories that smell invoked were so damn intense. She could practically feel his mouth on hers, the way he had pushed his fingers past her lips and ordered her to suck on them: his roughness and his gentleness in equal measure.

  How could she do without it?

  He’d been avoiding her over the last few days. She had only caught glimpses of him, but she needed more.

  She put the shirt back and made her way into their bathroom.

  On the sink sat a bottle of his aftershave. She grabbed it and spritzed a little on her shirt, practically swooning at how good it smelled.

  If only she could just tell him how much she needed him.

  She knew she wouldn’t be able to get back to her day unless she relieved some of the tension torturing her. Glancing around the bathroom, she spotted a hairbrush sitting on the side of the bathtub. She grabbed for it, then leaned up on the edge of the sink. Quickly she pulled off her pants and panties and kicked them aside.

  She slipped the plastic hairbrush handle between her legs. Guiding it against her slit, just the way he had, she gasped. The handle slid past her folds and into her hole.

  No, not her hole—his hole. This belonged to him now.

  She closed her eyes and let her head fall back and imagined how good it had felt to have him having his way with her. Not just the physical sensations, but the knowledge that he needed her so badly he was willing to break his wedding vows to have her. Breathing hard as she violated herself repeatedly with the handle of the hairbrush, she inhaled the scent of his aftershave on her skin.

  The mingled smell of the two of them together sent her over the edge.

  How could he have just given her up like that, when she needed him so badly? Surely what they shared couldn’t have been a one-time thing. The need was too intense, the passion too real.

  She pushed the handle deeper into her tight hole and reached down with her other hand to caress her nub. The mutual sensations blending and building inside of her.

  It wasn’t as good as his shaft, nothing would be, but it was enough for now. It was enough for her to pretend he was inside her, holding her, using her.

  She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, pretending they were his, remembering the look on his face as she sucked.

  The pleasure he’d given her was profound and primal. The peak was nearing.

  And right at that moment, the door opened.

  Her eyes flew open, and she dropped the hairbrush. It fell to the ground with a clatter.

  Her eyes wide, she stared at Zev who stood in the bathroom doorway.

  “I thought you were out,” Bianca blurted.

  Zev shook his head. His eyes ran up and down
her body.

  Watching him, she felt as though she might scream. She couldn’t bear the way he was looking at her. With disapproval. As though she’d let him down.

  She grasped for her clothes and dressed swiftly, not daring to look him in the eye. He didn’t move out of the doorway as she brushed past him. Her cheeks were burning with humiliation.

  He watched her, arms crossed over his chest, as she hurried out of their bedroom and back to her room. She closed the door behind her, leaned up against the wood, and let out a long breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding.

  How could she have let herself do that? She was losing control, faster than she cared to admit.

  The power he held over her was becoming too much. She had a job to do—if she wasn’t fired for pulling something so utterly inappropriate in their house—and she needed to remember that. Instead, her head was filled with Zev, and she wished it could have been him thrusting inside her instead of that hairbrush.

  Chapter 7

  Hands off my man

  Zev and Angela were hosting a party, and it seemed like anyone who was someone was in attendance.

  Bianca could hear the noise downstairs but decided it was best if she kept her nose out of it for the time being. She’d put the kids to bed already. They were sleeping peacefully, used to dozing off when there were scores of people in this house. Bianca wasn’t quite as lucky.

  She had snuck a look downstairs a couple of times and spotted a politician she recognized, as well as a famed architect and his supermodel wife. No wonder Angela and Zev didn’t want to give up this life.

  But, as she lay in bed trying to sleep, she couldn’t escape the sounds coming from downstairs. She just wanted to be involved, just wanted to spy on the two of them and take in what was going on down there. It had been a few days since she’d had any real adult human contact, and she was craving it in a sincere way.